Reading [Classical] Poetry Will Save the World: Crisis Magazine
. Below is an excerpt from a Crisis Magazine article "Reading Poetry Will Save the World" by Auguste Meyrat, published...
Read moreDetails. Below is an excerpt from a Crisis Magazine article "Reading Poetry Will Save the World" by Auguste Meyrat, published...
Read moreDetails. Racial Idiocy My son was on a city team,__Where two kids caught my eye:Stefon---warm and articulate,__And Marcus---risk deemed high....
Read moreDetails. You are invited to a reading of exquisite poetry and conversations with the poets. This reading is part of...
Read moreDetails. Nature's War From far beneath the frozen soil the iris pushes high,Extending wide it reaches up to touch the...
Read moreDetails. . The Hireling Shepherd painting by William Holman Hunt This comely wench was Emma Watkins, she Who sat for...
Read moreDetails. At the COP26 We all have piled up at the COP,For in a day the World may stop!No really,...
Read moreDetails. Today I feel the stirrings of the Dead In crimson-littered fields where poppies blow. I hear embittered groans and...
Read moreDetails. From a Classified Location in England Dear Jim---my son---I write from far away. From England, Spring of 1944. June...
Read moreDetails. Colours of War What colour was the war to end all wars?We’ve watched as men, in grainy black and...
Read moreDetails. The Soldier Keeps the Wolf at Bay The soldier keeps the wolf at bay So we may never see...
Read moreDetails. For Better or for Worse? Poetic genius, swallowed from a bottle; Ingested from an opiate-filled pipe; Imagination speeding at...
Read moreDetails. Biden Has an Accident at the Vatican Ubi Petrus, ibi Ecclesia: Where Peter is, there is the Church. Ubi...
Read moreDetails. Imperial Invitation Fair neighbor, come, pass through entrancing gates I made to veil surprises and seclude My masterpiece of...
Read moreDetails. Robert Jack Eardley was, for many years, Chief Psychiatrist for the U.S. Justice Department. In 2000, he organised a...
Read moreDetails. Bywords Language rang and wedged within our mind. Centuries of words were drawn like swords. A surfeit, rhymes, soliloquies...
Read moreDetails. Hypnosis Come over here, then, and sit in this chair, Gaze at this candle-flame, empty your mind, No need...
Read moreDetailsFollowing the introduction below is a translated version of Sir Gawain and the Green Knight in PDF made free for...
Read moreDetails. He was the stream and she the underbrush; The rain that fell upon his upturned face. She was the...
Read moreDetails. Last Rites Let not the Rock of Ages ever break Or send apostate magi to the stake; A golden...
Read moreDetails. When summer left and took her warming shawl, The birds towards the south began to fly. The leaves of...
Read moreDetails. "Let's Go Brandon" People don’t want to say “F--k” When dealing with President Schmuck. So they say “Let’s go,...
Read moreDetails. New Day for the Old Dominion "This is what unity looks like" —Glenn Youngkin, Virginia governor-elect Virginians venture toward...
Read moreDetailsby Evan Mantyk A strange phenomenon in recent years, probably dating back to the mid 20th century and with roots...
Read moreDetails. A fabled place adrift in history Which makes the spirit ache for what was lost; A masterpiece destroyed in...
Read moreDetails. When I crave from my enclave something to eat (Not apples or peas or muffins or meat) I steady...
Read moreDetails. Autumn in Vermont October’s maples blaze a way __around a tall church steeple and sugar maples have their say...
Read moreDetails. translated from Russian by Sasha A. Palmer . Prayer God above, King divine! Heal this spirit of mine! Earthly...
Read moreDetails. . A Vagabond Song by Bliss Carman (1861-1929) There is something in the autumn that is native to my...
Read moreDetails. The cats are creatures of a liberal kind, For on the laps of commie artists, you’ll find Them. Coffee...
Read moreDetails. Approaching Halloween “You live in the same kind of grayness as the filthy stuff that formed you.” —Jack Finney,...
Read moreDetails. BOO! I feel a fleshless presence: A faceless, soulless call To tomb-doom acquiescence Beyond a graveyard wall, Where ghoulish effervescence And ghostly iridescence In moon-kissed opalescence Enthrall at evenfall. I hear an eerie sighing. It jars...
Read moreDetails. Glastonbury A deathless tree stood witness while The marshlands round a nearby isle Were drained and bared a hill...
Read moreDetails. Dead Puppies On a break from the propaganda mill I found puppies I thought I could kill, So I...
Read moreDetails. How Grim Is the Grim Reaper? How grim is the Grim Reaper? Rapacious and rambunctious; Solemn stalker, soul seeker,...
Read moreDetails. To all the tough women in Texas who actually know how to handle guns. My daddy got the job...
Read moreDetails. We Sum total of all life is death, And breath sustains us for a time. We’ll live until we’ve...
Read moreDetails. So many things were churning in his mind When scrambling down the track towards the cove, To take especial...
Read moreDetails. It's raining now in New York City; Yes, I know that's true. For like that dreamer, Walter Mitty, Daydreams...
Read moreDetails. Face-to-Face Meeting up, Darjeeling tea, So familiar, you and me. Here’s your cup, you raise it up Do a...
Read moreDetails. Men Before Work for Dana Gioia It’s dark and cold. The fleet comes filtering in. They take a breath....
Read moreDetailsThanks Margaret. I enjoy how you tie poems together!
I love this poem, Paul, because of how well it describes and explains one of the most uniquely beautiful places…
Joe, I love your interpretation - as far as I'm concerned" a gold-digging young gigolo who attaches himself to a…
Urszula, what an imaginative limerick! That is something Poe might have done! Sorry to be so late seeing this.
Agreed, Urszula! Thank you for commenting.
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